In the depths of my soul, a tangled web I find,
Bound to a man, love left behind.
I resist the ties to an empty heart,
To live with one I never sought to start.
I'd rather face death's lonely embrace,
Than force myself in love's false grace.
Why does my Father's wealth hold sway,
Over the feelings I try to convey?
His words like swords, cutting deep,
Ignoring my pain, his riches to keep.
He bids me wed against my will,
Ignoring the void his words instill.
"Don't shame the family," his stern decree,
Protecting his honor, but what of me?
He compares me to beasts, lacking in sense,
Needing a bit and bridle for compliance.
Why is my Father so cruel, so blind?
Like an ostrich, stubborn in his mind.
I am left wounded, in sorrow's hold,
Aching heart, in a tale untold.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoetryWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
